It Remains

It Remains

These seasons will change

As moments melt to the next

And one day these things

We call our own

Will be laid out in the trash

One day these tears we cry

From bitter hurts and pains

Will simply be a memory

Eclipsed by newfound joy

One day theses scars will be no more

And all hopes shall be met

Faith will have reason to live

And life will never end

And with this life forever,

Beautiful, and bright,

Will be the one that never ends

For Love

Will remain

"Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away." -1 Corinthians 13:8

Most everything will be gone one day.... Faith will have reason behind it, so it will be more than faith alone. Hopes will be fulfilled. But Love? Love will only grow. Forever. In eternity and even here on earth, love will only grow and become deeper as we get to know the Lord, Who Himself is Love, better.

 

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Poem Response 26

A Minor Bird

I have wished a bird would fly away,

And not sing by my house all day;

                                                  Have clapped my hands at him from the door

When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

                                                      The fault must partly have been in me.

The bird was not to blame for his key.

                                                 And of course there must be something wrong

In wanting to silence any song. 

-Robert Frost 

Found at: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-minor-bird/

Oh my goodness, I love this poem. I mean, sometimes it seems like I can get so caught up in something and forget what it is that I really love. I can end up killing the very joys I treasure! I get in my own way, and trip over my own feet, and if I'd just take a step back and realize that the things I'm over thinking and scrutinizing are really the things that make me happiest, then... I'd simplify my life. a lot. 

The last stanza is my favorite. I like the way he says it! "And of course there must be something wrong in wanting to silence any song".... It's perfect. And mesa like. A lot.

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Alive

Alive

A new day was arising

The sun called to me

The world was alive

Dew covered the grass

Like tear drops of joy

A new day was arising

The sky was blue

Without a single cloud

The sun called to me

My toes squished in the dirt

I smelled the lilies of the valley

The world was alive

Now, granted, this is less than my favorite poem. But! I do like where I mind went as I wrote it. Read it over a few times... due to the form, I had a very limited number of words, but if you read in between the lines, I hope you can explore the world of new spring described in this poem.

I imagined waking up, and seeing the sun shining through my open window, getting up, walking, to find myself outside, barefooted. For some reason, I'm wearing some sort of nightgown... I don't wear nightgowns. They're gross. But for the sake of day dreaming, I'm wearing one... My toes are in the dirt, sinking in beside all the fresh flowers sprouting up from the mist-covered ground... there is a field, and as I turn my upraised face to the right, I see it. Lilies galore. I breathe. Peace fills the moment. Spring is here. The world is alive.

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Desire

Desire

My life is in chains

Life; in a bottle

Desire

Seeking an escape


This poem was meant to express the simple yet extraordinary feeling of being trapped. I'd read the poem, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings", and it left a certain impression on me. The assignment was to, again, make a poem out of titles from other authors. So, out of a page-long list, came this. The first three lines were titles, and the last line was from my own self. And now you know.

Broken Distance

 

Broken Distance

For a moment they stood

Silence filled the

Tranquil Twilight

Where the simple memory

Of a broken heart

Enveloped the distance

Between them

Where excitement once lived,

Ignited by starlit love,

Now stands

Only broken friends

The truth continues to dance

Proclaiming the change

Neither truly wanted

Tears begin to slip

She avoids his pained gaze

Her slender hand trembling

As she thought,

“My greatest fear came true

The day he whispered

“And still, we can be wrong…””

Doubt can be one of the scariest, hardest things to overcome. Every time we make a choice, especially a big choice, doubt tends to make its way into the folds of our minds. When we let it take root, it can ruin things- cause us to ruin things- that, when we are really honest with ourselves, we truly wanted to fight for.

I wrote this poem in class. The assignment was to write a poem using 3 of the 5 previously selected poem titles from each of our classmates. We had to have a poem title in at least every other line. As I looked over the titles, the title, “And still, we can be wrong…” stood out to me. The rest of the titles continued writing a story that filled the page within moments.

I didn’t think I’d like writing poems like this, by taking titles of other poems and making them into a totally different poem. But, I have really liked what I have written from this form! And that’s about all I’ve got! I hope you have a good day.

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Poem Response 25

A Noiseless Patient Spider

-Walt Witman

A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

Found at: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-noiseless-patient-spider/

“Gossamer” is a cool word. I like it. A lot. And because I didn’t know what it meant, I looked it up! And then found the word “Diaphanous”! Both of which are words that I am now simply waiting around to use!

And no, I’m not going to tell you what they mean. Go look them up yourself. Because it’s fun.

This poem was a bit awkward to read at first, for me at least. Maybe it was the simplest thing in the world for you to read! But for me, it was harder. I finally got the rhythm of it after a bit, and I read it through a second time, and I liked it more after that.

It seems like the author is saying how we must be patient for the things we want, be they situations, opportunities, etc. We have to simply wait for them, and in the mean time, prepare ourselves for the moment when our “gossamer thread…. Catch somewhere” because if we are prepared, we’ll be able to fly with the wind.

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Poem Response 24

Annabel Lee

-Edgar Allen Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea

Found at: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/annabel-lee/

This is SUCH a good poem! It’s so sad yet so beautiful at the same time… Edgar Allen Poe is pretty good about writing sad stuff. He’s sort of a downer. But he does write so beautifully that it does make up for his bad habit of killing people off!

“But the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee”

I just love that…

There’s something unique about missing someone when you know you can’t see them. Death is one of those things… even for Christians who have the promise of “one day” seeing them again, knowing that they aren’t going to be there until that day? It seems like every inanimate object tries its best to fill up the place that they once took.

That seems to be what he is feeling in this poem. All of his surroundings are calling to him in a way that she once did; reminding him of the place she once filled. It’s so sad, yet, at the same time it is… right.

If you’re someone worth remembering, then when you’re gone, I think the people you leave behind should have the whole world trying to fill up the hole that you alone complete.

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